Lyrics from FIVE COMPASS LIGHTHOUSE
INTRO - WHERE I WAS
THE NEGATIVE SIDE TO THE ALBUM
I KNOW THAT I'VE NOT ALWAYS BEEN THE NICEST GUY IN THIS MACHINE BUT I'VE CAST SOME CHAINS THAT WEREN'T QUITE RIGHT
ITS CLEAR FOR EVERYONE TO SEE THAT ITS GETTING HARD
MOST OF US DON'T HAVE A CLUE
I FEEL LIKE HELL BECAUSE IM IRRELEVANT, IM IGNORANT, IM AN UNSOCIABLE FOOL
I USE ANGER BUT WHEN MY HEAD DROPS TO THE DESK AND THE COFFEE STOPS ITS WORK I REMEMBER I LOVE THIS ADVENTURE
BUT THE LONELINESS?
THESE FREEZING CITY STONES, I'VE NEVER FELT AT HOME BUT COWARDICE, IMPENDING PAIN, MY SMALL DOG AND THE LACK OF ALCOHOL MEANS I CAN'T RUN AWAY
ALTHOUGH IM NOT OK?
THE DAMAGE WAS ALREADY DONE, MORBID MINDED
SO LIFE, YOUR LIFE! WHEN YOU SHOUT YOUR MINDLESS HATE THERES A BITING WIND WHICH HITS YOU
DO YOU FEEL COMFORTABLE?
I NEED TO STAND UP AND FACE MY STORM
TAKE MYSELF ON IN A BRUISING FIGHT
AND IF THIS IS OUR FINAL HURRAH?
WHAT IF?
HEADS, HEARTS AND VOICES
A SONG ABOUT TRYING NOT TO BE A DICK
WHEN I LOOK OUT INTO THE MASS OF DRUNKEN DANCERS DROWNED IN CLASS
WHO CAREFULLY DANCE ROUND SMASHED GLASS AND SING WITH VOICES,
RAISED AS ONE HANDS IN THE AIR, A HUNDRED HEARTBEATS BEING SHARED
AND WE KNOW THIS IS ONE PLACE WHERE THAT WE CAN REJOICE TOO
CHORUS
I'D LIKE TO SING WITH YOU
AND FORGET ARGUEMENTS, ABOUT PRESIDENTS AND RULES
SO LETS JOIN HEARTS, AND HEADS AND VOICES TOO
STAND IN A SINGLE LINE, A STRENGTH COMBINED NO RULES, LETS NOT FORGET THOSE FOOLS
I KNOW THAT I'VE NOT ALWAYS BEEN THE NICEST GUY IN THIS MACHINE
AND I'VE SAID THINGS THAT WERE PRETTY MEAN BUT I HAVE LEARNT THAT
PERSONALLY I'M SELDOM RIGHT AND SOME OF IT WAS JEALOUS SPITE
SO I CAST CHAINS THAT WEREN'T QUITE RIGHT OF HATE AND LIES SO NOW
CHORUS
I'D LIKE TO THIN THAT WE CAN SHIFT THE MINDSET AND GIVE HOPE A LIFT
AND MAYBE SOME MIGHT CATCH OUR DRIFT AND MOVE AWAY FROM
CONSTANTLY PUTTING OTHERS DOWN, MOANING LIKE A BUNCH OF CLOWNS
AND SAVE THIER VOICE BEFORE THEY DROWN IN THIER OWN HOLES SO NOW
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THROWING LINES
A SONG ABOUT BEING REALLY PROUD OF SOMEONE BEATING THIER OWN BATTLE
I KNOW THAT SOMETIMES LIFE CAN THROW ITS WORST AT YOU, AND YOU JUST CAN'T MAKE IT STOP
YOU FEEL LIKE THE BOXER WHO JUST LOST THE 15TH ROUND, THAT MISPLACED WEDDING RING IN A JUNK SHOP
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MAYBE ITS TIME TO PUT THAT ARROW IN YOUR BOW, PULL BACK AS FAR AS YOU CAN
AND THEN JUST LET IT GO
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IT'S TIME TO THROW THOSE LINES AND SAIL INTO THE SEA
AVOID ALL THOSE JAGGED ROCKS AND SAIL RIGHT INTO ME
THOSE ANGRY SHORELINES LITTERED WITH BOATS FULL OF HOLES
SWEETHEART YOU WONT BE ONE OF THOSE
WHILE I'M AROUND THERES ALWAYS A PORT WHERE YOU CAN GO
IT'S CLEAR FOR EVERYONE TO SEE ITS GETTING HARD, AND MOST OF US DON'T HAVE A CLUE
THAT YOU ARE SWIMMING LIKE A SWAN AGAINST THE FLOW, DARLING I'M SO DAMN PROUD OF YOU
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I'LL BUILD A WALL
ONE THAT YOU CAN HIDE BEHIND
I'LL BUILD A WALL
ONE WHERE YOU CAN GET ALIGNED
I'LL BUILD A WALL
WHERE MADNESS AND YOUR SENSE COLLIDES
I'LL BUILD A WALL
ONE THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO HIDE INSIDE
YOU DON'T HIDE INSIDE
WAVES
A SONG ABOUT SAYING GOODBYE TO YOUR FAMILY HOME AND FEELING GUILTY BECAUSE YOU PROMISED TO NEVER DO THAT
I JUST SNAPPED THE DUVET OFF MY FACE FROM WHERE I FELL
MY LEGS ARER WALKING SIDEWAYS AND I FEEL LIKE HELL
I'LL REST MY HEAD TONIGHT IN ANOTHER COUNTRY
SO I STUMBLE DOWN THE STAIRS FOE ONE OF THE LAST TIMES
MY HEAD AND HEART ARE DRIVEN BY CONFUSED ENZYMES
THE COUNTDOWN HAS JUST STARTED NOW ITS TIME TO GO
CHORUS
SO I'LL WALK TOWARDS THE WAVES AND I'LL TURN MY BACK ON YOU
BUT PART OF ME WILL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU, YOU'RE ALWAYS IN MY VIEW
SO AFTER TOUCHING EVERY WALL AND WEEPING ALL MY TEARS
I SAY GOODBYE TO HISTORY AND I'LL FACE MY FEARS
BECAUSE WHEN THE SUN SETS TONIGHT BEHIND THE TREES
OH I'LL BE MILES AWAY AND WADING IN THE FOAM
AND DIGGING IN MY HEELS IN MY HOMETOWN
OR WHEREVER I PLEASE
CHORUS
IS IT WRONG TO FEEL SORRY ABOUT BRICKS AND SLATE
THERE'S MORE TO THIS THAN THEM THIS WAS MY BIRTHPLACE
THE DREAM MY PARENTS HAD AND IM ABOUT TO LEAVE
WELL I KNOW THIS LIFE IS MINE IM MAKING MY OWN WAY
I SADLY WALK TOWARDS MY OLD DOORWAY
BUT I'LL GET THERE ONE STEP AT A TIME IF I'VE GOT TIME TO GRIEVE
SO I'LL WALK TOWARDS THE WAVES AND I'LL TURN MY BACK ON YOU
BUT PART OF ME WILL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU
AND I'M LOOKING AT THE SEA AND I THINK MY TIME HAS COME
PART OF ME IS THERE ALTHOUGH IM GONE
AND I'LL WALK TOWARDS THE WAVES AND I'LL TURN MY BACK ON YOU
BUT PART OF ME WILL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU
AND I'M LOOKING AT THE SEA AND I THINK MY TIME HAS COME
PART OF ME IS THERE ALTHOUGH IM GONE, I'M ALREADY GONE
THE LAST DAY BEFORE BEDLAM
A SONG THAT BASICALLY SAYS "IF THE CAP FITS"
MY BRAIN TURNED INTO A PLAYGROUND, I'M UNCLAIMED IN THE LOST AND FOUND
WHAT HAPPENED JUST GOES ROUND AND ROUND AGAIN
I LOST IT IN THE FLASHING LIGHTS WHILE LOCAL DRUNK KIDS START TO FIGHT
THEY PUNCH THEMSELVES IN THE MOONLIGHT FOR FUN
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EXPERIENCE IS WHAT YOU GET
WHEN YOU REALIZED ALL YOU GOT WAS STRESS
CHORUS
I'M IRRELEVANT AND IGNORANT AN UNSOCIALBE FOOL
INSIGNIFICANT, I'M ALWAYS RIGHT I USE ANGER AS A TOOL
AND ON THIS FIRST MORNING LIGHT SINCE BEDLAM MADE A CALL
I'D STAND PROUD AND WONDER IF YOU EVER, REALLY GOT ME, AT ALL
I CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I WAS ASLEEP IT'S ALL GONE WRONG
BUT THE REASON IT WAS SO PROLONGUED WAS ME
I STRUGGLE HAVING DAYS ALONE, EACH DAY BECOMES COMPLETE UNKNOWN
THE STORMED TURNED INTO A CYCLONE FOR ME
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EXPERIENCE IS WHAT YOU GET
WHEN YOU REALIZED ALL YOU GOT WAS STRESS
CHORUS
I'M IRRELEVANT AND IGNORANT AN UNSOCIALBE FOOL
INSIGNIFICANT, I'M ALWAYS RIGHT I USE ANGER AS A TOOL
AND ON THIS FIRST MORNING LIGHT SINCE BEDLAM MADE A CALL
I'D STAND PROUD AND WONDER IF YOU EVER, REALLY GOT ME, AT ALL
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I'M STILL EMPTY
A SONG ABOUT REALIZING WE HAVE ENOUGH IS KEY TO NOT FUCKING THE WORLD OVER
I CAN MAKE YOU WHAT I WANT, I CAN SHAPE YOUR FANTASIES, A SHOPPING LIST COMPLETE FOR ME
WHY NOT RISE ABOVE THE SMOKE, MARRIED TO YOUR LUXURIES, SPECIAL PLASTIC SURGERIES
WHEN MY HEAD DROPS TO THE DESK AND THE COFFEE'S STOPPED ITS WORK, I SWAY ON THE NEXT KNEE JERK
DECISIONS ABOUT LIFE AND DEATH WON ON THE FLIP OF BRITISH COINS, NEVER MIND WHO GETS DESTROYED
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AND I HOPE THAT YOU KNOW THAT I HOPE
CHORUS
WHEN YOU GET WHAT YOU WON
AND ITS NOT ALL THAT YOU CRAVED
AND YOU'RE STILL EMPTY
WE HAVE A WORLD THATS FULL OF JUNK
BOUGHT IN VAIN TO MAKE US SMILE
AND WE HAVE PLENTY
AND I HOPE THAT YOU KNOW THAT I HOPE
IM STANDING JUST OUTSIDE MYSELF HOLDING TO MY OWN DEAR LIFE, MY NECK PRESSURED BY YOUR KNIFE
HELPLESS FALLEN ON YOUR FEET I LOOK UPWARDS TO YOUR SMILE, THINK I'LL REST HERE FOR A WHILE
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THE ROAD TO KRUMLOV
A SONG ABOUT FEELING LONELY WHILE YOUR LIFE SLOWLY DEMOLISHES ITSELF AROUND YOU
THE 5TH HOUR JUST PASSED ON THE ROAD BETWEEN PRAGUE AND SOMEWHERE
I TRY TO PROMOUNCE IT BUT MY BRAIN AND MOUTH JUST WON'T WORK
I JUST BOUGHT SOME FUEL AND A SANDWICH WHICH DOESN'T LOOK LONG DEAD
THOUGH I LOVE THESE ADVENTURES THE LONLINESS MAKES ME A JERK
CHORUS
NOW I KNOW THAT I'VE SUNG ABOUT A SPARKLING BRIDGE AND A LIGHTHOUSE
BUT IT'S NOT THE LOCATION THAT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I'M AWAY
IT'S THE ABSENSE OF FACES YOU LOVE
AND "HELLO MATE'S" AND "HEY YOU'S!" AND HUGS
BUT I CAN'T WAIT TO BE BACK ON THAT ROAD TO KRUMLOV SOME DAY
I SIT IN THE CAR PARK OF A SHOP WHICH LOOKS JUST LIKE ALDI'S
I'VE GOT 4 HOURS TO LOAD IN BUT IT FEELS LIKE 4 DAYS
SO I TYPE IN MY POSTCODE TO THE SAT NAV TO KILL A FEW MOMENTS
AND I'M SADDENED TO SEE THAT I'M MORE THAN A FULL DAY AWAY
CHORUS
I'VE NOT SEEN A FCE THAT I KNOW IN WHAT SEEMS LIKE A LIFETIME
AND THE UNDERGROUND GIG THAT I'M PLAYING JUST LOOKS LIKE A SHED
BUT AFTER 2 HOURS OF SINGALONGS AND MORE VODKA SHOTS THAN I SHOULD DRINK
THEN I'M OFF TO WEYHAUSEN TO PLAY FOR JULIA AND SOME OF HER FRIENDS
GLASGOW
A SONG ABOUT YOUR LIFE REBUILDING ITSELF AROUND YOU IN A PLACE YOU NEVER THOUGHT IT COULD
(THE CITY SOUND IS GLASGOW, RECORDED BY ME IN KELVINGROVE PARK AS I SAT ON SCOTT HUTCHINSON'S "WEE BENCH FOR SCOTT")
I'M ASKING YOU, AND YOUR FREEZING CITY STONES
I REALIZED I'D NEVER PLACED MY FEET IN LOCH FYNES WHISKY SHOP TILL NOW, UNTIL NOW
WE DROVE HERE JUST AN HOUR AGO, ALREADY I CAN FEEL THE PULL TO YOU, THE PULL TO YOU
AND ITS THAT CLEAN AIR ON WHICH MY THIRST IS BEING QUENCHED
CHORUS
SO NOW I'M ASKING YOU, AND YOUR FREEZING CITY STONES
CAN I BE SUNKEN IN YOUR SOIL, I NEVER FELT AT HOME UNTIL I STOOD
IN THE MIDDLE OF GEORGE SQUARE
AND LET YOU WRAP YOUR ARMS ROUND ME
I'VE ALWAYS WONDERED WHERE I'D FEEL AT HOME
AN HOUR SPENT IN POLLOCK PARK, SAW MY FIRST "HEERLAN COO" (HIGHLAND COW)
THEN THE CLYDE ARK, AND YOU STOLE MY HEART
I FOLLOWED THE A83, REST AND BE THANKFUL, I SWALLOW YOUR BEAUTY
OF THIS COUNTRY
THEN I REALIZE CUT BY ICED WINDS THIS LOVE AFFAIR IS TRUE
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THEN I REALIZE CUT BY ICED WINDS THIS LOVE AFFAIR IS TRUE
ITS THAT CLEAN AIR ON WHICH MY THIRST IS BEING QUENCHED
CHORUS
21 TRAINS
A SONG ABOUT BEING AS CLOSE TO LINE AS I EVER HAVE BEEN
21 TRAINS RUMBLE PAST JUST ONE THIN WALL BETWEEN MY BED
THE DAYS PASS FAST BUT IM NOT AFRAID OF WHAT COMES NEXT, I'M EXCITED
AND ARE THE PEOPLE WHO WILL STEP FROM HEIGHT BE AS FREE AS ME, I DON'T SEE HOW
I'M LAIN DORMANT ON A SLATED FLOOR I'M MOTIONLESS AND HOLIER THAN THOU
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BUT DO YOU GET WHAT I AM TRYING TO SAY?
CHORUS
AND I CAN'T SLEEP HERE, IN YOUR OLD HOME, AND I'VE NOT SLEPT FOR DAYS
AND I CAN'T SEE YOU, IN THIS DARKNESS BUT I CAN'T RUN AWAY
BUT I CAN'T RUN AWAY
THE TIME OF DAY CONTROLS MY MOOD AS SUNSHINE ENDS I FEEL ALONE
I'M WEIGHED DOWN BY HOMEMADE CONCRETE COATS AND SQUEEZED IN MY MATERIAL THRONE
AND THERE'S NO UNTRUTH SPOKE WHEN I SAY "IT WAS ONCE MY THOUGHT TO LEAVE THIS WORLD"
BUT COWARDICE AND IMPENDING PAIN AND MY SMALL DOG AND THE LACK OF ALCOHOL
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I CAN'T RUN AWAY
ALTHOUGH IM NOT OK
IM GOING TO WAKE SOMEDAY
AND YOU'LL BE GONE AWAY
PRE CHORUS
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WREN
A SONG ABOUT A CAT KILLING A BIRD AND MY FUTILE ATTEMPT TO REVIVE IT
I TRIED TO SAVE THE WREN, I TRIED TO SAVE THE WREN
THE DAMAGE WAS ALREADY DONE, MORBID MINDED EVERYONE
THREW WATER AT THE PREDATOR, THERE WAS NO FIGHT TO SETTLE SCORES
SAT ON GRASS WATCH AS YOU TRY, BROKEN WINGS DON'T SULTIFY
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I FACE DISTAIN AS OTHERS WALK RIGHT BY
I DID EVERYTHING BUT STILL I HAD TO WATCH YOU DIE
TIME IS RUNNING DRY TIME FOR YOU IS RUNNING DRY
THERE IS NO MORE I CAN DO, FOOLISH THOUGHTS WILL NOT SAVE YOU
CHORUS
I'M PLANNING A REVENGE, WHAT HURTS YOU MOST HURTS YOU AGAIN
PETRIFIED AS YOU DESPISE, ITS THE WAY EVERYTHING DIES
CHORUS
I HATE THE ONE, THE ONE THAT STOLE YOUR BREATH
WHO WILL LEARN, THAT SLEEPING IS VERY CLOSE TO DEATH
THE PROMISED LULLABY
A SONG ABOUT NOT BEING ABLE TO GET THERE
SLEEP, SLEEP
SLEEP, SLEEP DEEP, CLOSE YOUR MIND, AND DREAM FREE
SAFE, FEEL SAFE, THOUGH I'M NOT THERE, IT'S JUST A FEW DAYS
I LOOK DOWN, AS YOU LIE THERE
KISS YOUR FOREHEAD AND STROKE YOUR HAIR
LIFE, YOUR LIFE, SMALL HILLS AND WINDING PATHS, IT'S ALRIGHT
LETS WALK, ONTO THE SAND, AND SIT AND WATCH THE SUN JUST LIKE WE PLANNED
FEEL THE SEA, WASH OVER FEET
AND THEN KNOW THAT, THIS IS COMPLETE
YOU, JUST YOU, THIS PROMISED LULLABY IS JUST FOR YOU
HELP, I HOPE IT HELPS, LIKE IM HOLDING ON TO YOU, I HOPE IT HELPS
I LOOK DOWN AS YOU LIE THERE
KISS YOUR FOREHEAD AND STROKE YOUR HAIR
YOU, JUST YOU, THIS PROMISED LULLABY IS JUST FOR YOU
far REACHING Rage
A SONG ABOUT MY COMPLETE HATRED FOR farage (HIS NAME IN THE TITLE IS IN LOWER CASE FOR A REASON)
SOMETHING PEOPLE MAY NOT BE AWARE OF, THERES A SHIT RECORDER SOLO IN THIS SONG FOR ONE REASON, farage DESERVES NOTHING MORE THAN A SHIT RECORDER SOLO - IT'S CALLED IRONY!
I CAN'T TAKE ANOTHER DAY
HEARING NEWS LIKE THIS
WHY CANT WE MAKE YOU GO AWAY
EMPTY PERFECT BLISS
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PLEASE SLAM THE DOOR QUIETLY AS YOU LEAVE
YOU CNT BREAK OUR SOULS COS WE ALL STILL BELIEVE
CHORUS
YOU STAND UP THERE ON CENTRE STAGE PREACHING ALL YOUR RASCIST RAGE
AND FEEDING FUELS TO THE FRONT PAGE
WHY DONT YOU GO AWAY
OUR COUNTRY IS A BETTER PLACE, WITH THE ABSENSE OF YOUR FACE
I WISH THEY'D BLAST YOU INTO SPACE
WHY DON'T YOU GO AWAY
WHEN YOU PREACH YOUR MINDLESS HATE, AND SHEEP FOLLOW BLIND
I WONDER IF THEY UNDERSTAND, OR THEY'RE OUT OF THIER TINY MINDS
CHORUS
SOLO
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BIBLE CHORDS
A SONG WHICH CAN BE YOUR OWN CROSSWORD TO WORK OUT
SET LIGHT TO MY SKIN AND BONES
THEN WATCH ME DISAPPEAR IN FLAMES
TURN ON YOUR HEELS AND QUICKLY WALK AWAY
DO YOU FEEL COMFORTABLE
LYING BACK IN EXPENSIVE CHAIRS
A DECADE NOT KNOWING WHAT TO SAY
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SO YOU THINK, YOU UNDERSTAND THIS SONG
THERES ONE THING THAT I CAN DO
I BUILD A WALL OF STONES AROUND YOU
I LIE BACK ON THE GREY SEA BED
SILT CREEPS INTO MY EYES
I'M WEIGHED DOWN BY YEARS OF LIES AND FOOLS
I NEED TO STAND UP AND FACE MY STORM
TAKE MYSELF ON IN A BRUISING FIGHT
AND JUST FOR ONCE BE THE FIRST TO THE DANCE FLOOR
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COS I FEEL PAIN, JUST LIKE YOU DO
BUT I HIDE IT FROM THE PEOPLE THAT I LOVE
IT SHOWS THE HOLES, A FRAGILE LIFE
AND THE LAST ONE TO SEE IT WAS YOU
BUT IT IS THERE, NO ONE CARES ANYMORE
CHORUS
NOTHING O CLOCK
A SONG ABOUT WHATS HAPPENING ON A SUNNY DAY, SAT ON A BEACHUT DECK AT MUDEFORD SPIT
(DOG BARKING IS MY FRANK DOG AND THE SEA WAS RECORDED AT THE HUT)
A WORLD OF HAPPY DOGS, HAPPY ABOUT SOMTHING THEY WONT SHARE
I JUST KNOW ITS NOT THE JOGGER WHO NEEDS CPR
THERE'S A BITING WIND WHICH HITS HIM IN HIS GINGER FACE TILL HE,
SLUMPS FORWARD HANDS ON KNEES
AND YOU KNOW ITS TRUE
CHORUS
ITS NOTHING O CLOCK HERE AND I'M A NO ONE ON THIS SPINNING SPHERE
BUT I'M OK COS I AM HERE WITH YOU
WE STAND AND WATCH THE NEEDLES OFF THE EAST CLIFF, EVERYTHING GETS CLEAR
AND WE'RE FOREVER PART OF THIS VIEW
ABIGALE IS BORED, SHE DOESN'T WANT THE SCOOTER SHE WANTS THE DOG
BUT BROTHER HENRY'S HAVING NONE OF THAT
WHILE HER MOTHER TRIES TO CONSOLE HER GIRL, AND STRAIGHTEN HER NEMO PRINT DRESS
HENRY AND DAD'S EYES RAISE TO THE SKY
AND YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE
CHORUS
PART OF THIS VIEW, PART OF THIS
52 MORE CUPS OF YORKSHIRE TEA, THAN I HAVE EVERY DRUNK
WHILE THE OVER PRICED BASE LAYERS STRUGGLE WITH THIER BLUETOOTH
THE SEA, THE BEACH, THE ISOLATION, POURS IT'S MEDICINE IN ME
TILL I AM FIXED AGAIN
AND YOU KNOW ITS TRUE
CHORUS
PART OF THIS VIEW, PART OF THIS VIEW
I WANT TO SEE SUNRISE ACROSS THE SEA AND THINK OF ONLY ME X 3
I WANT TO SEA SUNRISE ACROSS THE SEA AND THINK OF ONLY YOU
OUTRO
THE POSITIVE SIDE TO THE ALBUM
I'D LIKE TO SING WITH YOU
JOIN HEADS, HEARTS AND VOICES
BECAUSE MAYBE, JUST MAYBE ITS TIME TO PUT THAT ARROW IN YOUR BOW, THROW LINES AND SAIL INTO THE SEA
I KNOW THIS LIFE IS MINE, I'M MAKING MY OWN WAY
MY STORM TURNED INTO A CYCLONE............AND THIS IS GOOD
I HOPE, THAT YOU KNOW, THAT I HOPE
IT'S NOT THIS LOCATION THAT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I'M AWAY BUT IT'S THE ABSENSE OF FACES YOU LOVE
I ALWAYS WONDERED WHERE I'D FEEL AT HOME AND ITS THAT CLEAN AIR ON WHICH MY THIRST IS BEING QUENCHED
SO DO YOU GET WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY?
I'M PLANNING A REVENGE, BECAUSE WHAT HURT YOU MOST WILL HURT YOU AGAIN
BUT THEN WE FEEL THE SEA WASH OVER OUR FEET AND I KNOW THAT I CAN'T TAKE ANOTHER DAY ON THIS SPINNING SPHERE
BUT THATS OK, BECAUSE I'M HERE WITH YOU
SO JUST FOR ONCE I MIGHT BE THERE FORST TO THE DANCEFLOOR
AS I STAND HERE IN FRONT OF YOU, IF THE WORLD STOPS TURNING
THERE IS NOWHERE I'D RATHER BE
Desk Filled Battle Field
June 2014
SAWN UP TREE STUMPS IN MY VIEW
MY MOUNTAIN RISES ON HORIZONS LIKE SOME HOLY CLUE
BRANCHES BLOCK MY LINE OF SIGHT
DIVERTS MY FOCUS FROM THE PROBLEMS OF MY REAL FIGHT
I DON’T KNOW, THE REASON WHY I STAY HERE X 2
A DESK FILLED BATTLE FIELD AGAIN
HISTORY OF POLITICS AND BLAMELESS FACES NOW AND THEN
AM I THE TROUBLESOME ONE NOW
STRATEGIC THINKING NEEDED, BE RID OF ME, JUST WHEN AND HOW
I LOOK AT YOU AND THERES NO FIGHT,
NO AGGRESSION OR PLANS FOR FLIGHT,
LIKE A BULLY ON THE STAIRS
NO ARGUMENT JUST NOTHING THERE
WILL YOU PLEASE JUST HIT ME BACK
SO I FEEL SOMETHING AS I WRACK
MY BATTERED SENSES SEARCHING MORE
IS THIS REALLY WORTH FIGHTING FOR
BUT IS THIS THE FIGHT I LOVE
I FIGHT INCOMPETENCE AND INEFFICIENCIES ABOVE
BUT MY STRATEGY JUST LOST SOME FLAIR
I LOST ALL INTEREST WHEN I REALIZED I JUST DON’T CARE
Black Sky Thinking
July 2014
BLACK SKYS, LADEN EYES
DISTANT VOICES, INTEREST DIES
MY WORN UNIFORM FROM AN UN CIVIL WAR
DISOLVING WAVES MARKS FROM MY BODY ON THE SHORE
THEN THE SUN SHINES THROUGH THE CLOUD
CASTS OFF ITS CHARCOAL SHROUD
AS I STEP FORWARD FROM THE CROWD
I AM FREE
PROTECTED BY THE SEAS THAT MEET
WITH ENGLISH COASTS
WHY ALL THESE FIRES, WHY GLIDING GHOSTS
AND SHAKESPEARE WRITES, AS WILLIAM KEMP
DANCES HARD MILES TO HIS DEATH
I AM FREE, I AM FREE
SUNS RISE BUT ENERGY DRAINS
SEROTONIN RUNNING WILD, SCARS MY BRAIN
I RACE THROUGH ENDLESS COUNRTY ROADS, TOWARD MUNDANE
SAT IN A STATION AFTER STEPPING OFF THIS FREIGHT TRAIN
CHURCHES OF ROME
JULY 22ND 2014
I’M STANDING ON THE ROOF, OF A MULTI STOREY CAR PARK
IN THE MIDDLE OF MY HOMETOWN, IT’S DARK
AND THE VIEW ACROSS CHIMNEYS OBSCURED BY LENGTHENED SHADOWS
IS HOME TO THE JOURNEY I’LL EMBARK
AND THANKS TO ALL MY PEERS WHO FILLED ME WITH THE LIES OF HOW EVERYTHING WAS MY FAULT SO THAT,
NO ONE WILL EVER LISTEN, WHEN I TAKE THE BOARDS THIS LAST TIME, AND ALL MY IDEAS WILL FALL FLAT
AS I FALL I CAN PICK OUT KNOWN FACES BELOW
CAST ME UPWARDS, MY STAGE LIGHTS ARE STARTING TO GLOW
AND MAY ALL THE BRIDGES I BURN, LIGHT ME AN EASY WAY HOME
AND THOSE WHO KISS THEIR OWN FEET STAND WEAKENED AS CHURCHES OF ROME
AND CAST ME ONE SIMPLE THOUGHT AND FIND WHY THIS PRIDE IS LIKE STONE
IN GREEN FIELDS FOREVER MORE, MY ASHES AND SPIRIT ROAMS
FOR THE FOOLS WHO WASTE TIME, PREACHING THEIR DESPAIR,
WITH DEEPER AND DARKENED MORALS
THERE’S CAREERS IN THE CLERGY AND MORE IN WESTMINSTER, LIE BACK AND BREATHE DEEP IN LAURELS
I ASK HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR POVERTY SERVED, IS IT COLD OR COLDER STILL,
REVOLUTIONS FROM BEDROOMS THAT PROVED SUCH A LET DOWN AND BOLTED THE GATES AT THE MILL
AS I FALL I CAN PICK OUT KNOWN FACES BELOW
CAST ME UPWARDS, MY STAGE LIGHTS ARE STARTING TO GLOW
AND MAY THE BRIDGES I BURN, LIGHT ME AN EASY WAY HOME
THOSE WHO KISS THEIR OWN FEET STAND WEAKENED AS CHURCHES OF ROME
AND CAST ME ONE SIMPLE THOUGHT AND FIND WHY THIS PRIDE IS LIKE STONE
IN GREEN FIELDS FOREVER MORE MY ASHES AND SPIRIT ROAMS
I DECLARE SHENANIGANS
NOV 26TH / 27TH 2014
I REMEMBER STANDING IN THAT ROOM AT NUMBER 63
MY GRANDMOTHER BY THE COAL FIRE, WITH MY POCKET MONEY
WE PUT ON COATS & HATS, THE WALK TO THE SHOP IS SO LONG,
WHEN YOU HAVE CASH BURNING YOUR HAND,
FOR THE NEW IRON MAIDEN SONG
I KICKED AND SCREAMED AS I WAS DRAGGED TO HUNDREDS OF JAZZ SHOWS
TO LOUIS BELSON, BUDDY RICH, JOHN DANKWORTH AND NYJO,
BUT MY HEAD CRAVED THE SOUND OF FEEDING BACK GUITARS AND DRUMS
PLAYED WITH ANGER AND A PASSION, KNOWING THAT WHEN THE TIME COMES
WE’LL ALL SING OI, OI, OI, DO YOU KNOW WHAT WE SHOULD DO?
MEET ME DOWN THE FRONT TO SING AND DANCE JUST ME AND YOU
AND THEN SHOUT OI, OI, OI, AS THE BAND EXPLODES ON THE STAGE,
SO TO ALL THE NON BELIEVERS, LETS DECLARE SHENANIGANS AGAIN
I TRIED TO BE A MOD MY PARKER ZIPPED UP TO MY NECK
AND NEW ROMANTISISM LEFT ME A HAIRSPRAYED CHOKING WRECK
AND 12 BAR BLUES BORED ME TO DEATH, ITS DANGER THAT I NEED
SO I DANCED WITH A BUNCH OF STRANGERS AND THEN I TOOK THE LEAD
A LACK OF HONESTY LED ME TO PICK UP A GUITAR
SPEND ENDLESS HOURS AND MILES, SLEEPING IN MY BATTERED CAR
TO STAND ON STAGE, UNLEASHING RAGE, CROSS ENGLANDS COUNTRY LANES
THEN ANOTHER 100 MILES TO TREAD THE BOARDS AND SING AGAIN
I’VE SEEN THE ROAD OF ANGELS AND WIND GODS IN OLD NANCHANG,
AND PLAYED MY SONGS AND SHARED A DRINK WITH A CHINESE PUNK BAND
SCREAMED TILL I LOST MY VOICE IN A WISCONSIN COFFEE HOUSE
GOT SOAKED IN CZ REPUBLIC BEER, AS CROWDS SANG “RAISE YOUR GLASS”
SILENCE NOT ACCEPTANCE
JAN 2015
I turned my heels to run away
I wish that I had shut my mouth
I wish that I had less to say
But I threw that beer can at your head
A moment of teenage bravery
If you catch me, I’ll soon be dead
I know, things I tended to do
Before the wisdom got let in
And stuff I put you through
I listened as I was led astray
But please don’t take my silence, as acceptance of what you say
I reach the top of Claremont Hill
I jump the wall of old St Chads
Congratulating my immense skill
As the rain soaks through my ripped band shirt
It’s blue lights thru amphetamines
Its tough enough to stay alert
An example of my misspent youth
Confusing alcohol with courage
It’s difficult to hear some truths
ANOTHER PROTEST SONG
Jan 2015
If I hear another protest song about Fat Cat politicians
I’ll take my guitar and shove it up your ass
Because of all the songs about their greed I never truly listened
And the clichés that you use are just old hat
So tell me honestly, if you’ll ever be really happy
Because from where I am standing your World doesn’t look too shabby
And I’m not saying turn your back when people really need us
Will you be on the front line or just adding to the mess
CHORUS
So please excuse me, I’m going to walk away
But carry on cos you’ve got to have your say
I don’t believe that everyone in government’s corrupt and wrong
But I see that it’s working class thing, to write another fucking protest song!
My life got really confusing about the time that I was born
And got progressively more difficult each day
Then college didn’t better school apart from girls and drinking
So I found that smiling at life soothes the way
Now I’m too busy reading mails from a solicitor in Uganda
And some unknown girl who is back in town and selling me Viagra
And I’m not knocking you, you write about what you abhor
Just you do it from the comfort of your air conditioned 4 x4
CHORUS
Now I’m not even sure if I agree with me completely
And some of what I wrote above is lies
And from my own experience, nothing lasts forever
So I am going to smile cos FUCK it our time flies!
So I’ll just carry spouting on about when I was younger
Listening to the songs I like, sung with passion and hunger
And not because I wish I was born a digger or a leveller
That’s all for you to do your worst, I’m a happy drunken reveller
GONE
September 2014 – Jan 25th 2015
OPEN ARMS TOWARDS THE SKY
TEAR TRACKS FROM STINGING EYES
RECALL YOUR VOICE AND NOT ASK WHY
ITS GONE, SO LONG,
I STAND HERE IN YOUR GARDEN
AND ASK WHAT WENT WRONG
WITHIN A YEAR I CROSSED THE SEA
TO THE MEMORIAL WHERE I LEFT YOUR BODY
A VIEW WITH THREE COUNTRIES SHORELINES
AND IM BACK THERE, FROZEN I STARE
ACROSS THE ROLLING HEATHERED HILLS
I SHOUT, HEAR MY PRAYER
THERE IS NO DAY
THAT PASSES ME
THAT I DON’T LOOK INTO THE STARS
AND WONDER IF YOU CAN SEE ME
WHEN I NEEDED HELP
A GUIDING ARM
WRAPPED AROUND MY WAIST
PROTECTING ME FROM SCARS
YOUR FACE ETCHED IN MEMORIES
SOVERIGN SMILE, AND DRAWERS EMPTIED
LOST TIMES AND NO RETURN
LIVES LOST, IN DUST, LINES CROSSED NO TIME TO LEARN
GONE
GONE
GONE
YOU’RE GONE
FOOTLIGHTS
WE’VE RE-FOUND, THE SAME SOUND
THAT’S BEEN PLAYED, A HUNDRED YEARS
AS WE STAND, BY LAMPLIGHT
AS CURTAINS PART, TO OUR PEERS
AS WE TURN OUR STARRY FACES TO THE SKY
THROUGH GREASE PAINTED CAMOFLAGE, AND BLACKENED EYES
A THOUSAND ARTISTS DIED,
AND ANOTHER THOUSAND DREAMS CRUMBLE WITH PRIDE
CANDLELIGHTS, BLIND STREAMING MINDS
AND MOUTHS DRY, TATTERED CAREERS
THE CHEAP SEATS, FILL EVERY NIGHT
AS THE ROUSING HOARD, CHORUS IN JEERS
AND YOUR STOMACH TIES ITSELF ANOTHER KNOT
SWALLOW HARD ON ANOTHER DRUNKEN SHOT
WILL THIS BE THE ONE
TO MAKE THEM LAUGH OR CRY, THEIR FAVOURITE SONG
DUST LIES, IN CREASED VELOUR
GOLD EPAULETTES, WORN IN LIVES
MANY MEN, HAVE TROD THESE BOARDS
ONLY THOSE THAT TREAD WILL SURVIVE
AS WE TURN OUR STARRY FACES TO THE SKY
THROUGH GREASE PAINTED CAMOFLAGE, AND BLACKENED EYES
A THOUSAND ARTISTS DIED,
AND ANOTHER THOUSAND DREAMS CRUMBLE WITH PRIDE
BANDAGES AND GLUE
April 2015
And there’s nothing more I’d like to do
Than spend a lifetime, falling in and out of love with you
As confusing as this has been
I look back with a mind of laughs and shattered dreams
But as lines dig into our skin
It’s time that honesty is something we let in
We’re not designed to be alone
So let’s cast shackles tied aside, and share a home
And it’s you that stops the pain
I got my bandaged, battered heart back again
It was you,
Who fixed me with your bandages and glue
And you fixing me
Lightened scars that littered my body
Nothing ever really went
As smoothly as I thought it should, and I’d have to vent
About why we are intertwined
But acceptance of the fact was such a torrid grind
And now it’s clear and I want to say
I wouldn’t change a thing that got us to this day
No cigarettes stubbed on my arms
Smashed glasses, or thrown food or broken smoke alarms
And I owe you
For lines that you drew
But you owe me too, you owe me too
A JOURNEY OF FRIENDS NOT MILES
10TH MAY 2015
AND TODAYS THE DAY THAT HISTORY WILL BE MADE
BUT I WAS TOO BUSY NOT HAVING MY SAY
APATHY KEPT ME IN BED, SO I SET FIRE TO MY STREET CRED
AND I DON’T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT ME NOW
I SPENT HOURS READING PEOPLES THOUGHTS
AND SIFTING CIDER DROWNED OUT WORDS THAT I WAS TAUGHT
I FOUND A TON OF STUFF THAT STUCK, AND MORE FROM WHEN I GAVE A FUCK
AND IM NOT SURE I LIKE WHO I AM NOW
SO STAND AND SHOUT IT FROM THE BEDROOMS
AND SHOUT IT FROM YOUR LIVING ROOMS
SHOUT LIKE A YOUTH, NO CARE OR THOUGHT
AND LEAVE YOUR BOOTS IN MIDDLE GROUND
AND FLY THE FLAG THAT YOU JUST FOUND
ON BOUNDARY WALLS WHERE ONCE WE STOOD AND FOUGHT
WHEN MORTGAGES AND ISAS RULED MY LIFE
AND 3AM ALRMS ANNOYED EX WIFES
I KNEW IT WASN’T ME AT ALL, TIED TO FINANCIAL WRECKING BALLS
MAYBE IM NOT SUCH A BAD GUY NOW
SOME SAID I HAD A MIDLIFE BREAKDOWN
BUT I WAS SMILING UNDER MY PASTED ON FROWN
COS I CUT FREE MY MOORING ROPE, AND SCRAMBLED UP AN INCLINED SLOPE
AND I FUCKING LOVE THE PERSON I AM NOW
WE ALL OWE OURSELVES TIME AND THEN SOME FUN
BUT THE REAL SELFISH ONES WILL TELL YOU
THAT’S THE QUICKEST WAY TO HELL, YOU’LL NEVER RIGN THE VICTORY BELL
AND YOUR LIFE IS MEANINGLESS, BUT I BELIEVE THAT
AT 16 I HAD SO MUCH OF LIVE TO LIVE
AND FROM WHAT I SEE A FAIR AMOUNT TO GIVE
BUT AS WE ALL CLING ON TO LIFE
EXPENSE REPORTS AND CARS AND WIVES
REMEMBER HOW YOU FELT WHEN WE WE’RE KIDS
UNTITLED BLUES SONG
10TH MAY 2015
A ONCE SWEET GIRL, DRIVES DOWN THE AIRPORT DROP OFF RAMP
A 4 HOUR DRIVE TO A NEW MAN
AND I TURN ROUND TO STARE AT THE ARRIVALS DOOR
I’D STOOD IN JUST 6 HOURS BEFORE
TIME TO PLAN, JUST WHAT I AM GOING TO DO
AS MY LIFE STARTS JUST WITHOUT YOU
I DROP MY CASE THAT I EMPTIED OF ENGLISH TREATS
AND SIT DOWN ON CHICAGOS STREETS
THE TOUGHEST PART OF LETTING GO, WAS REALIZING I ALREADY HAD
TO THEN LET GO OF ALL THOSE PLANS
FOR THE LIFE THAT WAS WAITING HERE FOR ME
SO IN AIRPORTS I NUMBLY RIDE THE MONORAILS
KNOWING IT WASN’T ME THAT FAILED
AND TRUTH BE TOLD I’LL NEVER SEE YOU HOLDING HANDS
OR CARESSING ANOTHER MAN
AND AS THAT’S GOOD, I CAN’T HELP THINKING THAT WOULD HELP
TO BUILD PROTECTION FOR MYSELF
MY BORED MIND FALLS BACK TO WHEN WE WERE TWO
AND JUST HOW MUCH I HATED YOU
UNLIKE BEFORE, I NEVER WONDERED WHAT OR WHO YOU’RE DOING NOW, AND THAT’S THE TRUTH
I FEEL PITY FOR THE POOR SOUL, WHOSE WALKING ON
THE EGGSHELLS THAT YOU FROWN UPON
ON THE FLIGHT HOME, THE FIRST OF ENDLESS VOICEMAILS CAME
YOUR WORRIED NOW, OH WHAT A SHAME
FREEDOM AGAIN, AN ESCAPE THAT’S CLEAR TO SEE
NONE OF YOUR FUCKING CLAWS IN ME
MY LAST RANT
1ST / 2ND JUNE 2015
I KNOW THAT I HAVE SPENT A LIFE
KICKING DOWN WALLS BUILT FROM STRIFE
AND NO ONE EVER REALLY CARED
AS I DOWNED PINTS OF NEAT DISPAIR
WITH YOU, SLUMPED AS TWO
A BLACKENED EVENING LED TO RAIN
AND I IGNORED THE BLATANT PAIN
THAT FOLLOWS WHEN I LEAVE THIS PLAIN
OF NORMAL COKE FUELLED ACHEING SHAME
WHICH LED, TO MORE TATTOOS
DO YOU KNOW I NEVER, FOUND MYSELF AGAIN
BUT TRUTH BE TOLD I NEVER TRIED,
STUPIDITY PERSONIFIED, BUT WHY SHOULD I COMPLAIN
THIS IS THE LAST RANTING SONG, I WILL SHARE
AND DO YOU CARE
IT’S MY BOOK OF COMMON PRAYER, TAKE MY DARE
AND PROVE YOU CARE
LOOKING BACK ON WORDS I WROTE
MIXED TIME AGAIN WITH STOLEN QUOTES
AND SCREAMED EACH NIGHT BY MY SORE THROAT
I OFTEN MISS OUT THE 8TH NOTE
SO YOU, RAISE VOICES TOO
AS YOU DROWN ME IN APATHY
I MIGHT JUST ADD QUITE CASUALLY
YOU SNAPPED MY VOCAL CHASTITY
IM ON THE ROAD TO BLASPHEMY
ALONE, MY PEER REVIEW
DANCING IN LAYBYS
I DON’T HAVE ANSWERS FOR ALL THESE QUESTIONS
I’M JUST SPEAKING FROM THE TONGUE OF AN EXPERIENCED SIMPLETON
SAT WISHING HE COULD END ALL THE PAIN
THAT HE SAW TODAY
I KNOW WE’LL NEVER RID OUR HOMES OF FIGHTING MEN
AND THE PEACE THAT PEOPLE SEACH WILL JUST DISAPPEAR AGAIN
BEHIND A CURTAIN MADE OF GUNS AND GOLD
WHICH SOMEONE ELSE OWNS
SO I JUST KNOW THAT THERE IS ONE TASK THAT WE CAN DO
TO TRY AND BREAK MONOTONY FOR ME AND YOU
STRETCH THE CORNERS OF YOUR MOUTH AND SMILE WIDE
JUST SMILE WIDE
WHEN YOU’RE SAT DRUNK AND TALKING ON YOUR KITCHEN FLOOR
AT 4AM DISCUSSING ALL ABOUT THIS WORLD AND MORE
WHILE THE OTHER HALF OF THE WORLD ARE LOADING GUNS TO GO TO WAR
EVERYDAY PROMISES GET BROKE BY WEAKER HEARTS
BUT I BELIEVE THAT DANCING GIRL HAS MADE A START
WHILE WE SIT AND WATCH OUR INNOCENCE GET BLOWN APART
AGAIN
SO FORGET A MINUTES SILENCE AND LETS MAKE SOME NOISE
AND DANCE IN DARKENED LAYBYS SOMETHING WE ENJOY
AND TO THOSE WHO MOURN THEIR LIVES WHILE THEY’RE HAPPY TO DESTROY
WE’LL SMILE WIDE
LYRICS FROM FISHING FOR OWLS
MIDDLE FINGER THANK YOU
HOW OFTEN DO YOU
STARE THRU CAFFIENE EYES AND THINK
WHAT AM I DOING HERE, RIGHT HERE
I'M STUCK IN TRAFFIC
THE CD'S PLAYERS ON REPEAT
PLAYING A SONG THAT I HATE, AND I'VE HATED FOR A YEAR
SO ASK YOURSELF WHAT SHOULD I DO
JUST FLICK A MIDDLE FINGER THANK YOU!
GUILTY OF FAKING SLEEP
ON TRIAL FOR MAKING MY LIFE CHEAP
STILL SCARED TO TAKE THAT LEAP FOR LIFE, FOR MY SAKE
BEAT MYSELF UP AGAIN
CODEINE AND CONSTANT DOGGED EYESTRAIN
SCARED TO JUMP TO THE UNKNOWN
AND STAND HERE ON MY OWN
YOU TAKE MORE PUNCHES
YOUR STOMACH HURTS FROM BODY BLOWS
YOU LOOK IN VAIN FOR THE WHITE TOWEL, TO BE THROWN
BURIED INSIDE YOU
SMOULDERING THOUGHTS THAT NEVER DIE
REIGNITE THE FIGHT THAT STOPS YOU ASKING WHY AND WHY AND WHY?
STONES
SO TOWER UP ABOVE MY ACHING HEAD
AND RAIN THE MEMORIES DOWN ON ME OF FIGHTING AND BLOODSHED
AND I KNOW, I'LL NEVER BE THE STONES
MY LIFE IS PROSAIC AND ARCANE
I WALK BEYOND THE GRACE OF GODS IN FOOTSTEPS CLEANSED BY RAIN
AND I KNOW, I'LL NEVER BE THE STONES
AND WHEN I'VE GROWN, I'LL DIE HERE ALONE
STANDING STONES PUSH SKYWARDS TOWARDS NIGHT
AS WE CONFUSE THE HERE AND NOW, POMPUS AND ERUDITE
I KNOW I WON'T, I'LL NEVER BE THE STONES
SMALL MINDED, WEAK AND BEATEN AS I STAND
I'LL STILL FALL TO MY KNEES WHEN I REACH SOME PROMISED LAND
I KNOW, I'LL NEVER BE THE STONES
AND WHEN I'VE GROWN, I'LL DIE HERE ALONE
ALL THE STONES, THEY NEVER WILL FALL DOWN
ALL THE STONES, THEY NEVER WILL FALL DOWN
I'M OPEN HANDED WITH ARMS STRETCHED OUT WIDE
MY PLACE IS IN THE WARM EARTH, MY PLACE IS JUSTIFIED
AND I KNOW, I'LL NEVER BE THE STONES
SO WASH ME IN THE RIVER UNTIL IM WASHED AWAY
AND PARTS OF ME ARE SPREAD ACROSS THIS LAND AS I DECAY
I KNOW, I'LL NEVER BE THE STONES
AND WHEN I'VE GROWN, I'LL DIE HERE ALONE
YOU JUST REALLY WANT TO BE ME
I'VEBEEN TOLD, I'M NO LONGER COOL
BUT I'M PRETTY SURE I NEVER WAS
AND THE PERSON THAT SAID IT IS A BIT OF A TOOL
AND I'VE NEVER WORN THE SHARPEST OF CLOTHES
I'M A BIT OF A GEEK IN AS FAR AS THIS GOES
AND I DONT GET THAT OLD HIPSTER LIFESTYLE AS A RULE
SO I'M GOING TO DANCE LIKE NO ONE IS WATCHING ME
ARE YOU GOING TO JOIN ME AND SING LIKE WE JUST DONT CARE
I'M HAPPY WITH WHO I AM, NONE OF THIS FAKE ASSED SHAM
I JUST DONT GIVE A DAMN BECAUSE I CAN SEE
YOU JUST REALLY WANT TO BE ME
I'LL BE HONEST, MY EYESIGHT IS WORSE
AND I PEE TWICE A NIGHT AND HAIRS GROWING IN PLACES
THAT OTHERS MIGHT SEE AS A CURSE
BUT I'M NOT GOING TO GET IT REMOVED
A MEDAL FOR AGEING, LIKE FINE WINE I'M MUCH IMPROVED
AND ITS GREAT TO GET OLDER AND HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE
I CAN TELL YOU, I'M NO LONGER CHASING
SOME DREAM MADE OF HOUSES AND CARS AND SWEDISH AU PAIRS
SO GIVE ME A GUITAR, A STAGE AND SOME FRIENDS
A CAMPFIRE SOME SINGING, AND I'M THERE TILL THE END
LETS DRINK UNTIL SUNRISE HAVE MORE LOST WEEKENDS
AND REALIZE WE'LL NEVER EVER HAVE TO DEFEND
HOMETOWN KING
"You'd attend the opening of an envelope if it had a free bar"
I'M PROUD OF MY HERITAGE
I'M A PROUD SALOPIAN
AND MAYBE ITS BECAUSE IM GETTING OLD
STRIVE FOR POPULARITY
LAYERED DEEP IN FAKE AUSTERITY
I SEE THINGS THAT LEAVE ME FEELING COLD
BUT LIES, DECEIT, AND THOSE FALSE SMILES
THE RACING ROUND LIKE JUVENILES
I WISH THAT I COULD RUN A MILE
IF YOU WANT TO WEAR THAT HOMETOWN CROWN
THEN GO AHEAD, BECAUSE ITS NOT MINE
IT MEANS NOTHING AND I MADE THE WHOLE THING FROM TIN FOIL
SOMETIMES I'M ASHAMED TO BE FROM HERE
BUT TIME HAS CHANGED AND NOW ITS CLEAR
AND I WORKED HARD TO BUILD WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO SPOIL
YOU ONLY MIME THE WORD THAT SUNG
BY THE REAL TALENT BUT YOU CLIMBED A RUNG
TO BE THE FACE ON SOME MEDIA SHOW
DANGLE CARROTS TO TOP UP YOUR TANK
OF POPULARITY AND TO CLIMB THE RANKS
I KEPT THE THRONE WARM, BUT NOW ITS TIME TO LET IT GO
IS IT JUST ME WHO SEES CLEARLY, IS IT JUST ME X 2
WHOSE WAITING HERE FOR YOU TO DISAPPEAR
QUIET BIT / LOUD BIT
ITS ONLY FAILURE IF YOU STOP RIGHT NOW,
BUT IF YOU CARRY ON ITS CALLED EXPERIENCE
SUCCESS TEACHES NOTHING
ALL IT DOES IS MAKE
SO CALLED SMART PEOPLE
ALL TURN INTO FAKES
BUT SUCCESS, ISN'T FINAL
AND FAILURE'S NO LONGER FATAL
WHAT WE THINK WE WILL BECOME
WE KNOW WHAT WE ARE
DRIVING SLOWLY, BEHIND THE PACE CAR
I'M PRETTY SURE WE'RE ACTING DUMB
I'M GOING TO MAKE A START ON WHAT I HAVE TO DO
THEN MAYBE I WILL GET, TO SPEND AN HOUR WITH YOU,
SO LETS MAKE THIS THING
COMPLICATED
AND SPEND ALL THE DAYS
FRUSTRATED
I CAN FEEL THE BLEED, BEGIN INSIDE MY HEAD
AND AS MY VISION FAILS, I FEEL APPROACHING DEATH
ONE THING THAT I KNOW
AS I LIE HERE
I DID EVERYTHING FEARLESS
NOT A SINGLE OUNCE OF LIFE LEFT HERE
FLOAT ME
FIRE THE GUNS INTO THE TREES FILL CHURCH ON SUNDAY MORNINGS
A CONGREGATION ON ITS KNEES, HIDDEN DECEITFUL WARNINGS
SULPHUROUS LIES AND BLASPHEMY, SINK INTO WAVES OF SCORNING
I SCRATCH MY HEAD UNTIL IT BLEEDS, FEEL NORMALITY RESTORING
ELBOWS WORN ON PARAPETS DELIVER SICKENING GIFTS
I'M CHARGED BY CANCEROUS RAVAGING, IM TIED UP BY THE WRISTS
IMOBILE AND NEGATIVE, I HAVE MY FORHEAD KISSED
I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE THATS NICE
I'M JUST GOING SOMEWHERE ELSE
WHERE THE RAIN CUTS LINES INTO MY FACE
A PUPOSELESS DEFENCE
SO FLOAT ME BELLY UP UNTIL THE SCARLET DRIPS AWAY
AND I CAN TAKE MY RIGHTFUL PLACE, ON MY, OWN ASCENSION DAY
STAND AND DO WHAT YOU'RE PAID FOR, A USELESS ORNAMENT
AND SING BY NUMBERS EVERY NIGHT TO WAIT FOR PASSED JUDGEMENT
AN EMPTY DEATHLY CEREMONY, KNEE DEEP IN SAW DUST
FEELING LIKE A SPECIMINE, TAKE ON A NERVOUS CHORE,
MORE DIFFICULT AND TEDIOUS THAN WHAT I DID BEFORE
I SCREAM MY LUNGS TO BURNING POINT, I'M NO LONGER CARED FOR
AS LONG AS I DELIVER, LIKE A HARDWORING WHORE
I'M NAILED HERE TO A PIECE OF WOOD COS I KNOW WHATS IN STORE
IF ITS A WASTE OF TIME TO SAY THESE WORDS THEN SING INSTEAD X 4
SO SING THIS AT MY GRAVESIDE AND CONFIRM THAT I'M DEAD
KID ON A BRIDGE
YOU'RE A BODY ON THE GROUND
A PILE OF BROKEN BITS THAT SOMEONE WALKING A DOG HAS JUST FOUND
AFTER STEPPING INTO YOUR KNOWN
DID YOU ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS, DID IT LEAVE YOU FEELING ALONE?
I SOUND ANGRY COS I AM
HOW DID YOUR LIFE END SO DAMNED
I KNOW YOU COULDN'T CALL ME
BUT I PROMISE YOU THAT I'D HAVE BEEN THERE TO HELP YOU
SEE CLEARLY
BUT YOU'D NOT GOT MY NUMBER
AND WHO KNOWS IF WE'D MET, YOU MIGHT JUST FORGET
WHATEVER PAIN CAUSED YOU TO END THE TORMENT
AND BE COME
JUST ANOTHER KID STEPPING OFF A BRIDGE
I CAN SEE THE LIGHT FROM YOUR GRAVE
WERE YOU STUPID OR SELFISH, WERE YOU JUST A COWARD OR BRAVE
I'VE BEEN ON THAT LEDGE BEFORE
BUT AN ARMY OF FRIENDS AROUND ME, GAVE ME THE HELP I ASKED FOR
I JUST WISH I COULD HAVE KNOWN
THE RIGHT WORDS TO SAY, OR THE ACTIONS TO TAKE THAT STOPPED YOU HITTING THE STONE
NOW YOU HAVE REACHED THE END
BUT FOR EVERYONE ELSE ITS JUST STARTED, YOU AND ME SHOULD HAVE BEEN FRIENDS
I WILL NEVER BE A PIRATE
NOW I COULD BE A PIRATE BUT YOU'D SEE THAT I WAS FAKE
I COULD BE LIKE MARY BERRY BUT IM FUCKED COS I CAN'T BAKE
I COULD BE LIKE SIMON COWELL AND WEAR MY TROUSERS HIGH
BUT I THINK I'D RATHER LAY DOWN HERE AND DIE
NOW POSSIBLY BECAUSE I PLAY AN ACOUSTIC GUITAR
I COULD WEAR SOME SKINNY JEANS AND THEN BECOME A REAL BIG STAR
LIKE SHEERAN, BUGG OR EZRA, BUT WITH A TAD MORE FLAIR
LETS BE HONEST WOULD ANY OF YOU CARE
SO I'LL STAY AS ME
AND RELISH IN THIS UNANNOUNCED GREATNESS AND STAY FREE
ITS BECOME WIDESPREAD
SO I'LL NEVER BE A PIRATE, COS THEY'RE ALREADY DEAD
SO I'LL WEAR ANY CLOTHES I WANT IM SET IM IN THE BLOCKS
THE ONLY TIME I'LL DRAW THE LINE IS I WILL NOT WEAR CROCS
I'VE JUST REPLACED MY BAJA AFTER A LONG 20 YEARS
I BOUGHT IT TO MOP UP MY SPILT BEERS
I REMEMBER THE SUN PULL OUT ABOUT HOW TO DRESS A PUNK
WITH TARTAN PANTS AND MOWHAWKS, SAFETY PINS AND THEN GET DRUNK
I THOUGHT THEY'VE MISSED THE POINT HERE, ITS A PERFECT VIOLENT STORM
TO PUT PUNK IN SOME SHIT UNIFORM
I GUESS WHAT I AM RATTLING ON ABOUT TO YOU MY FRIENDS
IT'S JUST MY OWN OPINION, SO PLEASE DONT TAKE OFFENCE
I'LL NEVER BE A PIRATE, IT'S A LESSON I WAS TAUGHT
IM GOING TO BE A FUCKING ASTRONAUT
AN EPIC STORY
Cast my body
to the sea, and let the waves envelope me
And
undercurrents carry me and my soul
Through
shipping lanes and sunken boats and piracy and sailors ghosts
I float
towards the lighting post that we stole
Leave behind
corporate bedlam and my life that’s become a sham
Escape the
beam that’s closing in, around me
My memories
scattered far and wide, the seaside towns and rough shorelines,
To live
within another time by the sea
I just know
you, Pass the blame and tie me to the post
And I’m
lashed by you, and epic tale another spirit lost
I don’t
condone the need to run, Bells call the time I had to shun,
Created
pitiful pressure sent my way
When all
around are charging scared, protect themselves with lies and flair
I’m bored of
this and I don’t want to play
IRISH SINGER SONGWRITER
Ever since I was a boy, I’ve played guitar and dreamt of breaking hearts
I have to say that, I kind of did that, I kind of did that to you
My head it was full of girls and playing shows and drinking the bar dry
I have to say that, I kind of did that, I’m not as hard core as you
Stand on Pride Hill my case open
Playing Ed Sheeran covers my spirits broken
So I think it’s time to say that my life path has led me to this place
I stand here smiling, randomly smiling, randomly smiling at you
Sure its tough to play to single numbers, but do I give a fuck
I stand here smiling, menace and smiling, and both are aimed right at you
Foot lights blind me sweat in my eyes
A 5 song set a drink and then to goodbyes
I want to be,
An Irish singer songwriter so I can double my fees
There’s something, about the way, the accent makes the crowd believe
If you mention Galway Bay
Don’t take this song as I mean harm, its jealousy that I feel now
As I, I stand on the stage, this blinding folk rage, and I’m just shouting it out
The human stew in front of me, with hanging sweat, I sing my songs of
Life, and love, but mostly hangovers
And I just want to make my stand here and now
There’s Irish blood in these veins and I know how
NOT I!
I honestly can’t say, if I remember exactly what I thought as you drove away
To another embrace
And as I sat on my own, looking at the concrete floor, using words that I’d never would
And said you were a slut and a whore
And I guess, that it was just a poor defence
Cos none of this, is making any fucking sense
But now I smile, I worked it out
I know what I did that was so wrong and I am now in no doubt
That it wasn’t me, it’s clear to see
That it was you the bitch who wanted out, now I celebrate I’m free
And it wasn’t me
It was almost every day, that I was told I’d done it wrong, to just do it this way
Just do it and don’t have a say
And even if I have, travelled north and travelled south and laid footprints round the earth
I still know less than you I’m sure
And I guess, that it is just some poor defence
None of this, is making any fucking sense
I’m happy that I know, your twisted mind is on its own and everybody else
Can see how you have fucked yourself
Your ivory towers collapsed, enjoy the solitude its cool to regroup and grow strong
And see that sometimes you are wrong
6:30am
I bounce off every wall 6am, it’s been 5 minutes since my phone burst into life
The freezing bathroom I’m still sleeping, as I try to eat my branflakes with a knife
But in 30 frozen minutes, The 6:30 news shatters my dream
I don’t want to go, to corporate rock shows
To play at politics today
In my shirt and tie, my careers a lie
I need a find another way, a way to play
For 26 long years, I drunk thousands of beers, to try and hide my lack of having goals
But the Ex must pay her rent, with the money that I sent
And not from the song that The Offspring stole
Now its 12 long months later, and the road seems longer everyday
I think that someone once said to me, grab a guitar and you’ll set yourself free
But free of what I want to know? Free from all this endless drudgery
BORDER TOWN INK
Well I didn’t wake up with a plan to get some ink today
But there’s buzzing in my head, and the needles want to play
Is this misplaced, so poorly thought out, an antisocial
It’s not the art or pain, or a fancy skull with wings
It’s not the cartoon robots head, exploding showers of springs
Its not St Georges flag, wrapped around a clenching fist,
That’s not what this all means
If it’s a fashion statement, or your favourite football team
Well it doesn’t fucking matter, it’s the message that you mean
The only rules at stake here are you do it for yourself and so
An army of tattooed weirdo freaks, are marching through the decency of the middle English meek, So pick up your guitars and make this happen
Any banker, judge or stockbroker or keeper of this land, that feel the need to hide the faith with sleeves down to their hands, stand in line and take the hit and imagine
Would you chose to live your life without colour on your walls, no tapestry or portrait
An empty plastered hall
My arms are walls with multi shaded stories and memoirs, of battles won
And it seems like everyone I know has faced an artists gun, some meaningful experience or proof of drunken fun
We’re scarred with candy sugar skulls and flowers for our mums and slogans of hope
No evening ever passes by out drinking with my friends
That talk of the next tattoo makes conversations end
The uninitiated look from cheapest seats again and so,
The stigma of a tattooed life that meant I’m just a bum
Has disappeared in 10 short years as artists scar for fun
No longer a minority now everyones got one
You should know this,
I do nothing for you
This mask is for me
CAMARADERIE
The only thing that I miss about a night on the town
Is the stupid camaraderie, before the curtains come down
And I’ll leave hangovers and comedowns for those with age on their side
Because I have more pride, and after all these years I’m still alive
I was immortal, and unbeatable, I was so untouchable
But broken bones and cuts all mean something now, they all hurt me now
Now I’ve dropped anchor and I’m stuck with some troubling thoughts,
When we took to the streets, was it something I was taught
And when I said I don’t love you anymore, I’d have to confess
There was something I forgot to say, I don’t love you any less
And the pain in my head where the bottle hit, or was it because I was drunk
It worries me more, I have things to live for, and I don’t want to die like my mum.
Love is a light switch away x 4
I AM NIKKI SIXX
Was many years ago,
Flicking thru the pages of Kerrang to see this tattooed guy in front of me
A T Bird in his hands,
And stories of the time when he had stopped his heart with heroin excess in part
Then my boss smacked my head
And told me if I didn’t print those pictures now I very well may end up dead
So back to the machine
My life of magenta, cyan and yellow, practising my rock screams
And do you know, that one day I’ll stand alone as a rock star and drive every expensive car
And on my stage, I’m a God and off stage I am turning tricks
Yes my friends I’m Nikki Sixx
So I began my plan
To dominate the world of rock, I grew my hair and sat in the tattooists chair
Tight jeans and cowboy boots
But stopped before the make up stage cos I looked daft and my friends had begun to laugh
I looked like a clone
My weekends got boring, I never went out, for 3 weeks none of my mates phoned
I burnt my band T shirts
Saw Guns and Roses and Motley Crue go up in smoke, I realized I’d become a joke
I guarantee that I’m still here
I swapped my jeans for cons
And promised not to prostitute myself again and be happy sat in my own skin
It opened up my eyes
To follow suit just makes me bored, why not write songs with open C and D shape chords
I was out of my head,
Passed out in somebody’s flat, I didn’t know day it was, I should be dead
Now I can feel the shift
A track laid for 100 years of poetry and truthful words
JOHN MOODY
Now old John Moody is a man, Didn’t reach his home today
He opened his guitar case, and was heartlessly pushed away
With broken shoes and a healed heart, he tries to pay his way
Just listen to his storied tales, listen to what he has to say
And would you like to walk, a mile in these shoes
And understand what I do
And would you like to see, the waterways through my eyes, as Westminster sells my life
For lies
John Moody’s walked his life along, a million stoney paths
His callused hands and battered guitar, a harsh life full of laughs
A tapestry of poetry, which drink would bring on strong
The checking of his pocket watch, his life has not got long
At 98 he played his last chord, there was no one there to see
Died alone in an old folks home, full of pride but no pity
A life spent on the waterways, his cloudy eyes not sad
I’ll take a drink and remember, John Moody my great granddad
I REFUSE TO SINK
Am I, so difficult?
Cos I won’t sit down and shut up and do everything I’m told
It’s years, that I’ve been fed
That the knowledge lies with you, and I had the wrong thread
The time has come, stand up and raise your voice
Or crawl under your stone and lose your choice
So question everything your told, and realize that you’re never too old
The stone is gone, come on and raise you voice
I don’t want to accept
That grey hair means opinions die and your personality failed the test
It’s clear for me to think
That I don’t write songs for the mainstream, and I just refuse to sink
So come, and sing with me
And the boys who share the stages, playing here for free
The words, means so much more
When they’re built on by experience and not some X Factor whore
PROUD SALOPIAN
Friday night rolls round again
I spike my hair with gel and I am ready to offend
An hour and a half texting my friends
This ritual never breaks but sometimes it just has to bend
And I know, where this goes, I’m propping up the Boathouse bar surrounded by my friends and foes
Let’s join hands and head into our home town again
We all know where this will end, I’m sitting on the Fridge stage soaked in Red Stripe and fag ends
The Friday night that never failed me yet
The carpet stuck but I fell off, and I’m dancing to The Wonderstuff,
The plots the same and the cast is looking rough
I got tired of the same thing, drinking for effect as St Chad’s bell rings
And I felt like my time had come, I had to break the mould and move my life along with some
Passion, and anger, not clambering into every bed to sleep there next to my worst dread
But I did, too many times to recollect
Do you know who I am?
I am one of the gang
The Pride Hill Cross it is my land
I’m a Proud Salopian x 3
To the end
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